An edge runcorned by the world of spice
Justice taken to the streets
Amicability forsworn aimlessly
So with no hope of succeeding
Ah, then the ******* touch eh?

Well maybe someone will testify against you system
When they find their belief.

Poonanny dad. Poonanny mum. Poonanny Georgia. Poonanny Christopher. Poonanny gods. Poonanny stranger things the Netflix series. Poonanny humanity. Poonanny.

There's a difference between going forwards
And unrendering something predictable
As a cause

There's no propoganda in flight for instance
But this loss can be substituted for clearance

Thoughts aren't real, except if you've believed
In them ever

And prisms just like prisons can be wary of the little things

Sauntering and not giving a **** about sublimity
Can make life shine

Poonanny humanity. Poonanny God, who I pray puts a poonanny humanity on all my prayers to him. Poonanny God. Poonanny humanity :)

If Grandma had a nanny pack
You wouldn't even want to hear the rizla crac...pop....blam.
As profound as a paper trail
The rest of the rappers were left blazing up
And switching their language from om to ominism.

All in an evil (cos it's unnecessary) way.


Think I need cultural slang to weave words and make them look clean?

Believe in a lower existence where confusion inverted by a party or group or host is intelligent?

Think we're brought in by what you're not brought in by?

You're wrong.

Poonanny Jay z. Poonanny narcissus. Poonanny Zeus. Amen Lord. Poonanny other gods and godesses.

the tower bells ring out
all floundering,
a tide takes all
feverishly, to the coast

and, in a manner
there should be a why
Why do people play football?
Is it because
they've cast  they've
pretended to cast their
livelihoods into the back of a net?
Why do children grow up
to ask less questions as teenagers? that, poonanny Lord
Is it an an intimate thing
that it drew attention thaaat, poonanny God
to the unweeded garden?

thaaaat, poonanny God

the apocalypse,
if noone listens then
no one will listen
now.
so lets veil ourselves
as a curb
weighed down upon
by the present
because we lifted
our heavy eyelids
and saw nothing.


except for a pretty sunset
shaking it's golden excess
into the beyond

where I stop to think
upon magic
but I don't know
if there's any evidence
for it.

The rainbow Mohawk, turned out to be the, latent and superciliously hefty
significant event of the century. And a rainbow can appear at any time of year. Like the autumn leaves fall upon the ground, they were found with dried up mud on them, some watching tv (they would have to be taught how to pray) and others, well they'd have to take part in finding the other human beings.

Amen rain. Amen sun. Amen rainbow chasers. Amen #the human race. Amen rainbow Mohawk. Amen Lord
**

The ledge doesn't look up anymore
as viciousness of the ultra sound scan
issues detriment and dilation from a
doctors point of view

mother vicariously, implants
her
suppositions and inquisitions
but the doctor allows no
imposition

for ultra sound scans are safe right?

The next assumption
come from the fun of the media
and it's unforgiving nature
and how we challenge it
with weakness, spoilt in our bones by a mannerism here, a talk there, a joke further along the road, and a promise of safety in the form of insurance

but by the time you're insured it's too late.


Again, the safety seekers look to bring their complaint higher/
but balloons and celebratory decorations like Christmas
crowd the way


so now they know somethings going on.

Time to stand up to all authorities then.

In the name of Christ. Poonanny Christ. Poonanny Lord God.

[ Plus the box ]
Plus the box
It was only until the metaphor and anecdote came rolling around again that
The metaphors disappeared again

A flat bed of polystyrene was the twist, and as far as my mouth could gulp there was no ending.
.
Flow the soldiers proclaimed
Be a dullness upon the dance
Because it's wits are greater than your width
A suppliance of song
Get it wrong
A playful parson
Living in the sticks
Revealing everything to make a stand
For what had been

Take our woes the public said back to the combat
Truth, trust, a reason we need to carry on
A headful of birthday cake was next
But like everything it didn't prevail
What carried on is not to be trusted
Not how I would have explained it
After the birthday cake

Snow bound, brainwashed
Looking for the cost
As much as the wash
Reiterating mouldy ceilings
There was a lot of false grieving
Hands as big as mansions
All searching for a phone
Laughter issues from slithery lips
It's a mystery
God knows the real word
Something like slippery
But more orangutan
Puzzles fall apart
Thats part of the art
And as the meanness recedes
It only grows
Forfeit they did and will again the army
But forget about the songs
They're the only things I care about
Like prophecies I've learnt I Can entangle
Myself without

An eagerness encumbered by too much
Philosophical thought
The lie though, miraculously
I've never bought
A garage door described in
A certain state of mind could change the world
A purpose loaded (pun intended) with suffering
Can animate the industry
Leave me feeling guilty for a bunch of my real people
Still being left on their knees
But progress is key
The game goes on with a plea
Working out x
And stealing the rest
Although I can write
This is no kind of plight
Reasoning with the devil
Will not get you anywhere
Too much love lost
Big lack of interference
All quizzical faces
With no results.
Poonanny LORD.

As the morphine that's for standardized depression, and unimaginable giftedness that causes depression in hospital environment and generalized anxiety and autism symptoms labelled Ritalin kicks in... It no longer seems to matter so much that I'm wasting time. I've never got to do that in my 30s, and I must do it efficiently, effectively and comfortably so to get on with things later on, whilst still maintaining my Ritalin prescription. Poonanny. I don't feel like writing anymore, I feel like chilling out and listening to some new music that's actually worth listening to,but I doubt it's there,on Spotify I mean. Amen.

The evil baby syndicate are trying to avail
themselves of their gregarioiusness again
poindexters pilgramage all go and gaining control gradualy
easy does it, says the father
who, uninspired as he is caring flouts his tracksuit in the sun
crumcling repetition, where is there a data sheet hat will fir in autonomously into my own standards of existence?

there must be more than data....

I am crushed without diazepam and ritalin, and my writing is still in the stages of being panicky because i;m not guaranteed a whenever permanent prescription for it. Halter tops. Joining hands. i have no memory of my comments on gun violence because of the alien living in my body. franchise. bulbasour the pokemon. patterns. heinrich manoever, buttons. loosened. torture. lust. chocolate. *****. nirvana. dumb. television. networking. fat. rolllerblades. first cut to my wrist. gang signs and prayer. juvenile detention. sorry posters. ****. laughter desucked. gone. phone heart. alien attached to it. sauce. peti. not a criminal. seeking justice. loving. Amen God.

This is not  a part of the data, it is a part of overcoming the world of the data system. And it's frequently beyond criminal, often money and power seeking consequences. i just want to keep to myself with diazepam for autism constantly, ritalin for ADHD constantly. And get on with my life the best I can while feeling without -(these legal by the way medications)- feeling paralyzed, fearful, dissociative and stuck and unmotivated and just generally not living my life. let alone to the full, for instance being trapped in a mental hospital without eevn any hope of unescorted leave. well guess what, I don't need it, I need a constant supply of ritalin and diazepam. Poonanny Lord.

The plasmic screen at least of course trained us into rebelling against ourselves
And as ineffectual as it is, the technological or constant onslaught of misidentity makes them slaves to not only themselves but us.

This is just my spiritual knowledge
But of course as a human being, none of my experiences regarding the generosity in communication of/from others (as real as they may be) has been very spiritually rewarding.

However, well, this is all I have to say about it.

Let's start vaping in the communal area again shall we?
And smoking *** legally?
And congregating as unique beings?

Or surely the war in ghaza, Israel and the shut that the elite do to people in escape rooms will get worse.

Hell, let's even wake me up from my coma.

May the holy spirit be with you all.

If you choose to see clearly.

Amen chariots of the gods.
Poonanny Lord. Dancing God. Daisies! And rumbrgh woods in that tent, (truely magical until I abandoned it to the insects... I wonder if they were real or not? And if that's changed til I last/first saw my parents as holograms?) now let's break bread god. Or eat some noodles. Or be Parry to the envision of one long basic metaphor. Amen God.

prosper in wild times
makke acute the wildflower  to abait antagonism
and arrange your daffodils so they look down upon buttercups  because the architecture has spasmed in direction of the foursome
derailing the large from the sunset
with a new beginning
that larks like the hot moon
and laughs like christmas
telling tales on its goat herd
walking haughtily in the pastures of human growth
mumbling the sometimes which they all the time take advantage of

Amen, poonanny God.

Of course I had to make an imagination fuelled toodoo
By not writing uneducated instead
But maybe that's the issue

We try to be the people we are not
And buying in to our own identities is buying out
Like a rapeseed field remnant scattering under paws and
Wellington boots.

Never though, in the wind
For it retains it's emptiness and colorblind mauve
At all times.


Now, in my defiance
Comes the logical rant
But, alas, for now, I am uneducated


Amen Apollo. Poonanny lord. Good times Vishnu :D ***

Abstaining becomes a maverick
Bluffing gets me going stopping being insincere
They pose a question every time
But why does it have to ******* rhyme.
If insecticide was iodine in a breath
And our egos were only temperaments
And (I know what your thinking)
Imagination was diplomatic
I mean to say it didn't have to be an act
And just vibration equalled peace
Well for those who do that weird **** with ease
And an encumbrance was an afterthought
But one that never touched the sky
(My dreams they are collosal and I wish the world knew why)
If sliding on grass wasn't simple
In the way that the C.I.A is
If we infected our children with a bit of disease plasma:
to stop those ******* getting to us.
If we knew the underside of new knowledge
Getting to the facts...
If there was not an act to cover for another fact!
If the reality of the situation matched up to our dreams
If we were not subjects of honour able only to shed tears.
If logic didn't exist just love did so none of us ever choke
If there were several more songs to demonstrate how just today God coped
If there were ants who lived on our shoulders
And dogs that didn't know the meaning of love
If there were melodies that could do more than ****
If confusion was an inner bout of cancer making the outer one obscene
If martyrs wore accolades in honesty
And didn't have to stall
If these aliens were dead
If unicorns bravery opened up portholes into the universe
Where evil will only wait
Or the human beings and others can invite them right on through
And adjust themselves to the time.
If we perceive what is not there we can get the typing too
Rigged through an escaping rhythm that always without tempo recedes
But I don't upset the rhythm
You wouldn't even know what it is
So, I'm an alien am I?
Is that why I'm living in a special zoo?
The angels are fake and I know this on speed
God is real though
And Jesus Christ is our Savior
So for him he begs of you to provide.
Poonanny god

A tear in her jeans was myopically, at the undercut
A similie for misunderstanding in the past
Ah what's relevant? Relevance picks at you like a giant human acne *******
Without acne
Terrible the things they do
But then they don't really involve us
So maybe they do have a heart
Loveless propaganda, nightclub fantasies, hospital bargains
Prison nightmares.
The soup of the day didn't look tasty
But it was adequate to the receiver.
Standard rules? Or exceptional exploitation?

Well I wouldn't call any exploitation above exceptional
So perhaps its just my life is an exception.
A discourse to I would call it anyway though.
Still been *****.
Still been tortured nearly every day of my life.
Still never trusted anyone.
And I hate myself for that last one.
Poonanny divinity.

I just added variables because they're mostly extraneous to the word variables.
What fantasy adventure is this? That involves an invisible lock key
And a degrading, at best rude, presentation of everything.

Standing at the pulpit, I spoke words that I did not understand in front of a crowd in a church but embedded themselves in my mind anyway.

I really think we should all go and live in then woods or "on beaches" if we care about our world.

Stay in caravans, yes, whatever but we need a more sustainable future for our children, and can learn things by living in the woods about the power of mother earth.

Poonanny mothers everywhere.

There once wa a season, and it was long and musty.
No rugs laid on my carpet,
I looked at the result minimalistically.

when a cats corpse dries up
and it's stiffness doesn't startles you
well taking pride in not being shocked  it would be
would be normal.

So ong as it fitted into a world that wasn't just a dream, at least the memory of the event afterwards taking place in a dream.

Because the harshness of those memories in a dream, are plainly unworkable.

All  I remember is big Emmanuel.


saying on the way to the - next -
hospital 'I know the truth'.

My ego is ragin
my parents gave me nothing to believe in
this is a season
a season for more belittling
a scene for more work fitting
an event for superstition
a season for reading
poonanny Lord God on high...

sun to spirit
spirit to sky
needn't there even be s why
?
for i have come in peace
not cowardice
and if they do it once
they ca do it again.
the whole thing has to stop An,
or you're out of the game.

Amen Lord

naanbread Apollo. Breadsticks Aphrodite. chicken and sweetcorn souup Zeus. Chopsticks Athena. Ubereats Hernes. porridge magical  creatures.  poonanny GOD

Injunction for unnecessary
Stability
Prespiring beneath island sun

When will our day come?
When will our day come?

When the cornering of
The Caucasian
Is a rug of anomalies
(Metaphorically speaking)

And all microphones are
Megaphones
Tussling with that age old
Slave whistle

They took over the music industry
With enpasse
And Ruled the other side as much as
Underside
Without a true leader

To precure perfection
One must have had a life
Of preparation

And still then
One always doubts themselves

Like a flannel tossed to the side of
The bathroom.

There's is a disease like a nut shelling
Cracked and nutritious looking
But really useless.

And Battenburg cake won't help our descriptions
Of them,
Even if they're old.

Poonanny lord

With a wisp, he attacked the challenge
Alright in his opinion to the music
Strolling through it all
Like a mongrel

His hair was beautiful in a typical barbershop way
And his quitting was always frustrating to him
But applauded by the conchords


Who as they dropped bombs upon us all
He floundered below
Vanishing into non existence
Because he couldn't bring himself to retaliate

Once he has vanished he crept out of the rock pool
Into a wooden hut
Where he has to breathe deeply
As his ego raged

Many injustices has been done
But it was over

He had lost his love
He had redowned the road to fame

Like a cheese factory
Running on its own
With mice evolving as fraud workers there.

Like a moth gracefully dying
Taking everything in as it has no more, no less
  Awareness of its wings

Just body

In a state of exquisite Buddhism.

Like a UFO invading his nightmares
For reasons he can't explain

To anyone.

But maybe it was just because of his need to fly
Without effort.
To freefall.

To not care.
To degrade himself
And succeed.


Poonanny Ben tatum.

A tidal wave of grizzly bears
Pulled up in the recliner
Taking hits from a bare forest bongo
And ingratiating themselves into a coma
Poonanny LORD

Lay the letter on me
Ranch me up from the forest to my knees
Abiliant to the crust of the core of mirth
Transparency in a transient form travels
But only to the oath and back
Numb from all these accolades
The buzzing and brilliant mostly only echoe
But unapparent to that is the medial, meloncholy underscore
That trips the fur, fuzz wire
Glamorizes and ramps up the cystelege
On a whim
To anarprize the lullabyest of cork cracking imbecile
Ility?
Or crocodile?
Or water sprout?
Or canker?
Or ram?
Or slizzered....!?
Or hypnosis?
Or information extraction?
Or a packet of crisps?
Or gentle soothing of genitals?

The valancy coveted the gold and green
Wearing what was wherein like apaloosa
Where the kindred of communicative enjambment could
Be splattered like a fly
And to prophesie
All the where's fly off out the stage
The contours gave engarcia to the guwaffed and few
Yet, Still there were standards
Multitudes, censure, and what has been written above ensued!

Poonanny God Lord man.
I enjoyed our communication earlier
Love Jesus x

When crowds of falsificatioiin deeming everything
fit and helathy
and seem feasible
you can probably find them
fornicating
elsewhere

why else would the discomfort occur?
I may be autistic, but i'm an extrovert

the treason goes beyond reach
like a basketful of eggs
already cracked

but intrinsically still
we know no difference between the sexually perverted
and the sexually perverted capitalist louts.

oh, so that was the meaning of that crowd

well i label it all a trick


and if they don't wanna manifest business here
on behalf of me
properly


as te hospital is a privately owned business
I'm just going to have to find a way to link all these hospitals together you see

poo flower, maybe. Amen God. Amen Horus, Amen Zeus, Amen Aphrodite, Amen Artemis, Amen Ans' opposers, Poonanny Amen God.. Poo Lord God Nanny.

Hallowed edges, crufts her majesty anoints as fromage.
Because the dogs insides are fighting it's own instincts, like you get lots of different brands of yoghurt fighting each other
AND you get brands of dog food which owners care about more than they care about their actual dogs. and by branding the food (anyway) it's more hidden the parasitic aliens living in the dogs body.
the accraise war(nm)s the logic of up and coming chess moves. not that chess is always logical. that. and it depends on how good at it you are or not. but unlike chess,  alot of people play video games and half of them dont even realise theyre killing people , theyre own human kind, which theyre separated from anyway, in wars. And as a captive saint of some kind, I've always had an aversion to video games but i've never got heavily into the violent ones -- yet everytime the news has been on for the past year and a half of my just mean *** hospital stays i've had to hear about wars in ghaza and Ukraine. i dunno man, I keep on saying it's ******* so maybe that's just giving them the permission to have a war in Ghaza and the Ukraine in the future. or it's a threat for me wanting to protect my livelihood as who I am. Poonanny Lord.

If influence is
Money

Then a retractable intuition
May parry
With the
Nots and knots

The office stations and tablet decoy
Regarding themselves
As renegade paedophilia
.the objective goal is
To turn us into unbeleivers

Whereas the subjective goal
Is force their own beliefs onto us

Poonanny, Amen God for the truth has been expressed authentically

inx djun yghfor(aus)  elimile rarch tytubbul satre hevo (ean) croosh badanan vealifo coause drszi demon off. out.

manasticks, dreal, buethmlu(s), cruncks, ful belly, ecstatum, ulbama, eirich, madness, blight upon the blot, cassery cassererry?, penal system, brergog, jmaffield,  that, tied, tried, master of puppets.

Poonanny Lord.

Trying isn't always good enough
Certainly when the brains overcooked

Like a **** boil of
Germinated potatoes
Washed and lashed out
Into the *******

Spinelessness is apartage
Of the most indecent sliced bits
And wherein some might where an apron
And some gloves

But when the bitter cold of the guru
Capitulates it's heir to the golden loom
Nothing can be stolen

Poonanny I say to them
Amen Lord

If we perceive nature in spirit form, we cant possibly be deluded. As long as we are in tune with our own souls. Now the aliens can make us all sit in a globe while they try and figure out how to mould themselves into our souls, but, thankfully, the soul is much more ephemeral than that. Excuse the pun.
that that that that aaaat that that tha-a=+a=at that that that that that tha-a=at that th+a+a+A=at that that =t+the-the=that that that that that that that that -gorgon. steak on whiplash cream, sudden dream, apocalyptic lipstick, dum dance chicken dinosaurs, festle in the brambles. the festivities and the baubles, seeing perspectively  a drawn on skeleton. Amen God. poonanny.

As the brambles caught the address
The language was adjacent to an epiphany

Running towards the fountain of words
I thought about wanking, truth and mockery

If we were gonna take them down we were gonna do it with a smile
Or not at all

The hues of the TV screen were three dimensional,
Unlike my surroundings
Which just made my other experiences more emphatic

Punk rock came on the stereo
And suddenly my empathy was cool

So I had to skip it.

No music then as I only had the free version of Spotify.


All words lead to the heart, and are a compass for recalculating what's gone elsewhere or to your head.

It's only an intellectual though that would use them to try and discern the difference between the two.

Acidivism is a way of treating ******* disillusionment with some form of *******

The craze will die down

But I've never been exposed to the real world, not as history would define it anyway.

Because my life was just me shouting that, learning how to do it more accurately all of the time and reshaping the world hence in miraculous ways. Except my real voice historically won't be heard.
For they have full control and won't let the truth get out. Because it means their death. And if our lives are this controlled and you would understand how they are if my voice was heard for real then they deserve to die.

Poonanny cosmos.

permanent sadness
refuses to go,
  To be whole,
To
Solidify.

Everyone around
me
Has their own goal
And is pursuing
Dispirit...is my hope an illusion?

have the people in
my life
Just been actors...?and the few good ones
Adjusters?
I am full of answers
So don't understand why
I even ask these questions.
Suppose I am just
happy when I write,
but just wish it would always
Bear a cost for me.

Poonanny Amen Christian God

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. So I don't know what the **** that starmaker book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape. Blade of grassiness God

Anarchism rights the forces of terantualism
leaking herefty, like a trapped boat

the sociality is dumb dumb crap space


and thats why we're all waiting

its also the reason for anarchism

Poonanny cosmos

Explicit vision of fruitless gods
Started with giant amphibian frogs
Galloping steeds throughout the land
Couldn't contain the truth in their hands

And so the gods made other plans
To inhabit the nooks and crannies
Of altruism, floating through the upper
Lands
Until they could be altruistic

Poonanny gods and Godesses everywhere
Amen Lord

Trepidation courts the ruffles of your back,
carouseling your bleeding spine
whereas - bengal has tigers -
you have fur.

i love you like my life
And I love my life on drugs alot

....a chaotics promise,
an open secret,
a kleenex encumbrance signed by the others

scary movies, altitudes of atitude, as what has been becomes a burden once more
we both feel the boredom setting in
but I dont say because usually I have no other place to go

I belong with you, and you only.
Overstaying my welcome is
an apology for my wandering.

poonanny God.

Do they really deserve to die?
A frenetic cauliflower fronting non apparition?
That does nothing to defend others interests?
Holocaust is a rather propogandaish term
And in that sense it's not what anyone really wants
But to cease the disparate energy, and look a bit further into the glass
Might feel a bit, or even a lot more fermented
- Creative

Like grapes being pressed into wine juice.

In other words whatever action must be taken is holy.

The first world war lasted from 1914-1918
And I was there
I think I was an angel then
But my grandma says I was an alien.

Poonanny god

struck by just after 10 o clock meds,
the easiness wears in slowly
so it's not exactly hard

but there's no soft landing either
because it's so late

the wrong people have been talking about the wrong
things for tooo long

econoclespies, draw on uteruses, plaque guards - male motherhood -

while i root the daisies from my almost bare memory
in a spark of prayer.

Amen Apollo. Amen Artemis. Amen Hercules. Amen Ra. Amen Siri. Amen Horus. Amen Athena. Amen Vishnu. Amen Aphrodite... Amen Lord. Amen An. POONANNY FOR YOU ALL. ;)

Creations of blasphemed culture
it all started with one bouncer

Take it or leave it this is my ifes knowledge

the circumstances of ultra autonomy
and zero awareness
soon turned to pure insecurity
which led to an inner vs outer struggle
before I was even 27.

The rest doesn't matter

Poonanny God

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. Do I don't know what the **** that book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape.

The send offs were a group of people who hounded you. Their sweat was like a normal man's, but really it was there because it upset other people and they didn't give a ****. It was easy to be poetic about their patterns (as you wasted away in a false world). But the realistic depths of their evil were either or unexplainable or unknown by other people.

You had a better shot at pinning them down with positive strategy, even love than anything else. That is, before you cull them.

And yes, evil police, culling is different to ******. So give me the **** back my freedom.
Amen. Poonanny. Daisies. Love and light.

something of importance signals devastation in our immune systems
we try to loose it through being down
because all we know are the words tht have already been used.
the truths we tell go unheard because we're being controlled by words we know.
The egg cracks like a world falling with feathers
and we focus on our dislike for politics
instead of scrapping the whole thing
under the river there are pipes
which some people are involved with
but others - they'd see their houses
as themselves.
but current levels of appearance
differ with the bigger picture.
the milk float passes by and another underhanded frustration
of the day gets called out
on by some stranger 
 pretending he's not an alien.
The legs of the mannequin
give in, and as we lift our eyes up
to a fully consumed Jesus, the body as a container
leaks nothing but *******.
Our annoyance is
our assonance
and as we grow older the answers
come naturally to us.

Except the politicians still don't hear it.
Not because they don't want to.
they love to do a little bird ****
on us here
heart operation on us there.

But the scam is funny.
Although it steals your dreams,
and makes a quiet scene
instead of noble portrait of you,
the ignorance that surmounts day by day
is being counted from up above.
and to be a little lily
you don't have to be a grand canyon -
that when it opens

exposes a whole host of thriving anger,
which cannot regenerate.

so while you keep on regenerating -
aliens -
we are sat here waiting

for you to disappear,
which you instinctively
do.
Just like mother earth
is instinctively still
for most of the time.

Do you see now Immortal technique fans; human beings?
we will be safer
once the propaganda,
like immortal techniques,
and the politics,
and corruption go away.

Which they will, I promise.
Poonanny for the unknowneth
time mighty Lord and Christ.
I put my trust in you.
Amen.

Sometimes our convictions aren't strong enough to hold weight
they argue with the done thing, the evil baby syndicate and the  1,2,3,4 of a simple catchy indie love tune,
if our ears have been open all the time,
but we feel either our ears or mouths have been closed then the polices suspect a ****** is going on.
when really we just miss our loved ones.
my best friend has just completed her p.h.d and even though it breaks my heart to think she's not a part of my life at the moment when it would mean so much to me at this time of my life she was i will allow her to be my muse Apollo. Poonanny.

Nothing could ever stop her from questioning her coolness and then the realness of what is was she discovered would be smiled away or worried about for months on end.

She is a little bit of chaos, that's her traumatized side, which she's always trying to dig out and hide, because if she gets i in the opened there's more likely to be a scientific proof for it. But she never elts science completely overtake her because she's too beautiful. And will show that to you with the proof of her soul if you get to know her.

Amen Apollo.
pllllllllllergh Aphrodite.
'walking on a sunny, winters day' - Zeus

Ive never been there
But alike to the woodland
You find everywhere
It's a container for
Horror movies in hotels
Priceless small businesses
That are more of a friendly organization

I've heard it's a dime hidden in a soil ***
Swarthed with an anti racist attitude
And although overpriced
The wanting there for warmth
Takes secondary stance
To bibliographic amenities

Following round the populace
Of amsterdamn with the scent
Of inspiration, relaxation
And superb awareness

It's already an idyllic place for the elderly
(If they're rich enough - that's the sad part)
But why not bring the whole NHS over abroad
To the Netherlands
As an idyllic place for the mentally ill too?

They should at least advertise this kind
Of thing privately

To get the ball rolling

Poonanny cannabis creating God
Amen Lord.
Excellent in French politicians... Who are not needed anyway

Lets admit it
Politicians don't make change they just create drama
Or do it as a hobby.
Both basically.
Poodaddy.
Matilda.
Chocolate spread.
Bakery bread.
Zombie swords.
Dimensional animals.
Black denim jeans.
Dave black song.
Not being taken seriously.
Lucidity champagne ****** waterfalls coloured white.
Unicorns.
Katy perry.
**** **** of children.
Mast.
Fast food.
A universe with a hole in it.
Cyanide.
Bootlegged ******.
Honour thy mum and dad.
Soul mates.
Did I?
Epiphany.
Colourful painting.
Perusing...vain
Using understanding abusively
Burp/****